I am grateful to be alive and enjoy life as I feel time passing me by. My last sense of innocence was playing under a maple tree at sunset on my fifth birthday. Like dominoes falling, that day set my life on a course of uncertainty. Since then, I faced one challenge after another. Enough to make anyone else lose hope. With every obstacle put in front of me I persevered stronger, never giving up.

The biggest challenge, nearly ten years ago, threw me into a different life with internal head and spinal injuries. My then spouse and I were driving to dinner as a treat for my ovarian cancer recovery. While waiting for a stoplight to turn green, a utility truck slammed into us. Like an overloaded circuit, the impact caused a major fuse to blow in my brain. Surging forward in time, with one last clear memory of flying into the front window, I live on to share my life lessons with others.

At nearly age 40, retraining my brain and body function has been a lifelong process. Every morning I wake up feeling the same as I did after the truck accident. Head spinning ready to explode with a loud high-pitched sound ringing through both my ears. Feeling like a Mack Truck hit me, or that I’m suffering the worst college party hangover ever—times ten. You may be able to relate.

Before pushing myself up from wherever I lay, I savor a brief moment when all pain is quiet and muscles are relaxed. Daydreaming I have a partner to share a dance with all night as I once did before. Such a lovely vision to savor.

Dream over. I use all my strength to push through brain fog and severe fatigue to start my day. Once standing up, all muscles tense as vertigo pulls me back. Starting the day ever so slowly to avoid causing a massive muscle cramp. All of my joints and muscles are stiff causing me to walk like a rusted Tin Man. Ice picks pierce in waves up and down my spine as my body ignites with a hot flash. Immediately I run to a cold bathroom or an open window before I pass out. My stomach starts summersaults while my right brain is asking “Where’s breakfast?” Left brain just wants me to hurl so I can feel better. Not happening!

Strong tea with supplements and medication start my day as long as my hand decides to function and not drop another cup. Having little to no memory of previous days, I open my laptop to help me recall what I am doing. I feel stuck in time, like it is still the year 2003, as if the lives of others move on and I am standing still.

This is what living with constant vertigo, tinnitus and fibromyalgia is like after surviving a traumatic brain injury. There is no Band-Aid and no cure, just hope for a new, brighter day. I enjoy life to the fullest like everyone else. “Where there is a will, there is a way,” words I came to live by growing up.

As my brain functions with a broken memory circuit, I read through old journals revealing shocking things written not too long ago. Feeling like I am reading about someone else, I do not recognizing my own writing or photos. Horse photos remind me of a Secretariat grandson I rescued off the racetrack many years ago. In my younger days, I had a passion for riding dressage and cross-country jumping. I remember living the American dream with my own business and custom-built house out in the country.

After a bitter divorce ending with a black and blue face, I wonder how I ever did it all. I could not have been very happy as I love living, as I do now, in a big city. Where I once had the great physical strength of superwoman, I now have the great mental strength of Anne Frank to make every day count.

When I was young, my biggest inspiration was creating things with color. Every different shade of color and feel of paper provoked my senses. Time disappeared when creativity carried me away from lonely mornings waiting for the bus, or lonely nights waiting for my parents’ safe return.

I hold onto the feeling of innocence, taking me back to the moment spent coloring under the big old maple tree at sunset when I was young. I go back to this feeling before everything changed. The feeling of peace in times of pain and uncertainty. It has kept me alive over so many years.

I was taught to be a perfectionist. “Color in-between the lines,” my mother would say. Yet, little did I know my life would be so full of color inside and outside the lines.

After surviving ovarian cancer and developing vertigo with fibromyalgia and tinnitus, Teia Pearson retired from her lifelong career with horses. She now focuses on her other life passion for writing and art. She currently lives in Chicago helping to promote the arts as director of EscapeIntoLife.com. Currently working on her inspiring new memoir WritingColor, about surviving a very troubled childhood and life’s most tragic events. Teia strives to show everyone the more positive side of life. Read more about Teia at her blog Just Breathe and learn more about her upcoming memoir at Writing Color.

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5 Comments on “Feeling Color”

Teia, I thought I had it bad. I was struck by a taxi as a pedestrian in March of 1974. Each morning I awaken to excruciating lower back pain and mimic The Mummy going to the bathroom. If it wasn’t for self-physical therapy (yoga) I would have been wheelchair bound years ago. I love your tenacity. FYI, I just learned Brook Burke, the co-host of Dancing With The Stars was just diagnosed with Thyroid Cancer and Sofia Vegara(?) Is a thyroid cancer survivor. I can’t wait to buy your book and get an autographed copy!

Thank you so much for your kind words. You are a brave woman living with such injures. So inspiring to hear you do self therapy too.

Waking up paralyzed after the accident was very scary. It took all my strength physically and mentally to just move my big toe the first day. Soon after I functioned like a stiff barbie doll not even able to move my hands. I became very creative living without the use of hands for two months. Haha!

Cancer is a challenging thing to confront. I admire everyone who fights the battle. When my body went limp and started shutting down like a machine, in the dark of my head I was screaming to live. My lifeless body was carried home, dying in a hospital is not how I wanted to go. Somehow I held on. People who fight and survive cancer are very brave souls.

I’m so happy you enjoyed Teia’s post. She’s truly an extraordinary woman. It sounds like you’ve lived through your own struggles with much courage and tenacity as well. 🙂 I just saw yesterday about Brooke Burke’s diagnosis. She announced it on the day we started the blog–and I’ve also seen her talk about the (coming) scar. Lol. 😉 There are a lot more people with thyroid cancer than most are aware of. It’s nice to see celebrities speaking out. 😉 Thanks for reading!!!

Teia, I really enjoyed reading your “Feeling Color”. You have been given the awesome ability to “color” your world with “sunlight” even in the midst of all of your struggles – how amazing! I do not know of many who could accomplish all that you have if they had to deal with all of the limitations life has placed on you. May you be blessed in all future endeavors.

Life is not easy and can be frustrating at times. I do not look at my life with “limitations”, just hiccups in my everyday life. I never stop to think about my past “struggles” as it is in the past and I am a person who forgives and forgets moving forward. I think it takes a person with a very strong mind to live and enjoy life seeing past any limitations. It is the only way I know how 🙂

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